Thankful of a Nightmare

As willing as she is
to let go,
she finds herself wandering
off down an unmarked trail.
No one is there;
not a soul,
not a sound,
to guide her
as it is needed
back to sanity,
back to before.
When life was so familiar-
not a skip off beat
or a temper off balance.
Back to before the arguing,
when the only time they yelled
was for that touchdown
of their favorite football team.
Back to before,
when she only had
one place to call home,
when she only had
one dresser.
Back to before
the paperwork sliced
a scar down her now half-life.

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